I think I might have some kind of a stomach virus. My stomach is soooo unhappy with me right now. Dammit! This blows!

Nap in study hall. Glorious.

Sub in French class. Equally glorious.

Work tonight. Possibly not so glorious?

Unrequited love. Really, really, really not glorious.

Life's all right, on the whole! Except for the ouchie